Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.